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Frank Bowling @ Spanierman Modern

Upright, 2012, acrylic on canvas, 74 x 53 in.
(image courtesy of the artist and Spanierman Modern)



Frank Bowling: Paintings, 1967 - 2012
March 21 - April 20, 2013
53 East 58th Street
New York, NY 10022

*More upcoming Bowling events . . . .

Frank Bowling in the Larry Rivers Symposium at New York University Fales Library
The Symposium will celebrate the acquisition, processing, and opening of the Larry Rivers Papers for study and research at New York University's Fales Library & Special Collections.  On March 29, from 9am to 10 am. Frank Bowling, Barbara Goldsmith, David Joel, and David Levy with Helen Harrison as moderator, will address Rivers's importance as a visual artist.

Frank Bowling Gallery Talk at the Philadelphia Museum of Art
On April 3, 2013at 6:30 pm, Frank Bowling will give a gallery talk about his life and work at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.  




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Terry Greene said…
That's one beautiful painting!

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